Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking, I'm sure -- sure -- sure; I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right, But nought there was a-stirring In the still dark night; Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall, Only from the forest The screech-owl's call, Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall, So I know not who came knocking, At all, at all, at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG GOUZEAUCOURT: THE DECEITFUL CALM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |